There falls with every wedding chime
A feather from the wing of Time.
You pick it up, and say How fair
To look upon its colors are!
Another drops day after day
Unheeded; not one word you say.
When bright and dusky are blown past,
Upon the hearse there nods the last.
There Falls With Every Wedding Chime
Walter Savage Landor
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